ian and anthony

Torn from his mother, Hannah's, arms and abandoned as a baby, Anthony grows up knowing that he is different. As she escapes from his father Carl, Hannah is free to learn more about the curse that afflicts his family and, with the help of friends, tries to save her lost son from the terrible legacy he will inherit. A race against time and a violent confrontation ensue, but who will live to tell the tale?

She's a rare beauty. Not just a rare beauty but a beauty with brains. Gianna thrives in the art of healing. Gianna lives with her father Hilton Kent and his wife Alvilda . Her mother was a heartless princess who married another man abandoning her lover and daughter without second thought - or so she has always been told. Hilton and Alvilda don't like Gianna asking questions about her mother; albeit for different reasons. In fact, Alvilda doesn't seem to like anything about Gianna; she's far more hardworking and smarter than her own son. Having been recruited as a castle healer; Hilton's greatest fear is that Gianna will discover the truth about her mother as she works in the castle as a healer. Gianna is a free spirit; until she's set to marry an earl; how would she cope with being imprisoned in a gated manor all in the name of marriage with no one heeding her distress call for freedom? ****** The man had surely changed. Hilton Kent had changed and not for the better but for the Worse! Hera had known him and served him for years but now he had broken her trust into smithereens. As the old saying goes; if you want to keep a secret you MUST also hide it from yourself Lies and secrets; they are like a fatal disease. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction. Having been betrayed by her father, Gianna is reluctant to love anyone again. She turns cold. But her iciness lasts only until she meets the annoying but handsome Prince Ian who melts the ice covering her forlorn heart His touch sets her body aflame, but she's married. Things get difficult as Gianna must make a choice between giving in to her desires or respecting her marriage to protect her family in extension . Or would she risk falling in love at the expense of her family's safety?

Robert Thorne would prefer not to get married. He enjoys his life: a viscount's younger brother, a lighthearted rake, fond of men and women and sensational novels. Unfortunately, tonight's ball is intended to celebrate his engagement. And his intended husband comes with a fortune, enough to repair the Thorne family's failing finances and secure their future. But they've barely spoken two words to each other, and the young man's very shy and very innocent -- someone Robert's brother's chosen for him, not the person Robert wants.<br><br>But the person Robert wants is exactly the person he shouldn't: Anthony, his secretary. Anthony's the best and most organized part of Robert's life -- and off-limits, because Anthony's employed by the family to keep an eye on him ...<br><br>Anthony Price has two secrets. Everyone knows that his family used to be wealthy, and that Anthony's needed to find employment to support himself and his mother and sister. But no one knows that he has another life -- and growing success as an author of lurid novels, written under a pen name. And no one knows that he's hopelessly in love with Robert Thorne, who is engaged to another man.<br><br>Anthony will do anything to ensure Robert's happiness -- but when the engagement ball ends in disaster, secrets are revealed, hearts are exposed, and everything can change ... on one night in London.

Following his di—instincts, David finds himself in a weird situation; the next thing he knows, he's in a different world, dying, and manhandled by a big-ass alien. When the Source comes to his aid, granting him the access that—like every other sapient—he's due, David barely manages to get out of the fight with his life intact, but is that enough? Of course it isn't. The very Source giving him powers is also poisoning him to death. Oh, there she is, the petite female alien. Will that be enough to save him? Of course it won't. If he wants to be saved, he has first to save himself. The only way to do so is by getting to know the world around him, but even before that... Why the bloody hell did I have to be called Deviant!? *** This web novel is also available on other platforms. https://www.patreon.com/anthonyszide

Ian was just an ordinary young man on Earth, living a peaceful and quiet life surrounded by a loving family and amazing friends. That was until a tragic accident occurred, leaving him stranded in this strange new world. Confused but determined, only one thought filled his mind: 'I don't know what happened, but I will return to Earth, back to my past life... no matter what it takes!'" Author's Note: "The synopsis might look simple, but I assure you, this story will be anything but simple. First, the main character is not weak, and he will never hide his power or act submissive. Second, this novel is going to be quite bloody and dark. Third, there is absolutely no harem. Fourth... there is no fourth. Just read and enjoy the ride!"

"You're back!" Elara sprang from the wooden bench near the door as her brother stepped inside, bruised and bleeding. "Caelum, what happened this time?" she gasped, rushing to his side. Caelum Solis, a lean young man with tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes, winced as he slumped into a chair. "Nothing new. Just a couple of thugs who wanted my coin more than I did," he muttered. They lived alone—just the two of them. He was all she had left, and she was the reason he kept going. Though he’d trained enough to pass the Guild’s physicals, his damaged mana core had left him stranded at F-rank, doing odd jobs no real adventurer wanted. Finding lost pets. Cleaning stables. Picking herbs. Barely scraping by. Elara, though gifted, suffered from a mana sickness that slowly stole her sight. Her treatment was expensive, and Caelum pushed himself to the brink just to afford the basics. Still, it was never enough. That night, as he tucked her into bed, he whispered, “Tomorrow, I’ll change everything.” --- At the edge of a newly discovered dungeon, Caelum stood behind a party of stronger adventurers. They snickered. “Dead weight’s here,” one said under his breath. He ignored them. He always did. Darius Flint, the B-ranked leader, raised a hand. “Standard sweep. It’s marked D-rank, but stay alert.” They entered the cave-like dungeon, and at first, everything was simple. Feral goblins. Weak beasts. The team barely broke a sweat. Caelum trailed behind, hauling gear. Only one person treated him kindly—Arianne Vale, a C-ranked healer with silver hair and a sharp tongue for bullies. Hours passed. Then the dungeon began to tremble. “Is it collapsing?” someone asked. “No... it’s shifting,” Darius muttered. “Stay close.” Then came the roar—deep, guttural, wrong. Darius's face paled. “Retreat! Everyone fall back!” But the floor gave way. They dropped into a massive chamber ringed with statues holding weapons. In the center, blazing with living fire, was the Pyroclasm—a beast of flame and fury. People panicked. Two adventurers made a break for the exit and were instantly decapitated by the animated statues. “Form a circle!” Darius barked, but chaos had already taken hold. A statue lunged. Caelum grabbed Arianne and dove aside. “Behind us!” he shouted. Adventurers were being cut down left and right. Desperate, Caelum yelled, “Run toward the Pyroclasm!” “Are you insane?” someone cried. “We’ll die either way!” Dragging Arianne, he sprinted forward. The Pyroclasm shrieked and surged toward him—then vanished into him. Caelum screamed as fire tore through his veins. His body writhed, burning... then exploded in a shockwave. The statues faltered. “Flame adaptation: mastered.” He rose. Flames clung to him like armor. Statues charged. He raised his hand—and fire answered. Explosions. Destruction. “Golems destroyed. Leveling up.” As silence fell, he collapsed, still smoldering. “Heal him!” Darius shouted. Arianne was already by his side.

Ian Clifford was the forgotten child of a powerful family—a boy raised in silence, overshadowed by success and stifled by expectation. When a terminal diagnosis shatters the life already slipping through his fingers, Ian makes one final choice: to leave. Not to escape death, but to finally find life—real life—in a place where he might truly be seen. In the quiet village of Willowmere, Ian stumbles into a world of gardens, laughter, and unexpected belonging. A family that welcomes him without question. Children who offer unguarded affection. And moments of simplicity that begin to stitch him back together. But time is not kind. As his condition worsens, Ian doesn’t fight to stay—he prepares to let go. What follows is a deeply emotional journey of forgiveness, reconnection, and grace, as the Clifford family—fractured by guilt—comes to understand the boy they never truly knew. The Quiet Sky is a tender, emotionally charged story about what it means to live when time is limited, to be loved when you least expect it, and to say farewell with both heartbreak and hope. Through letters, memories, and the legacy of a single quiet soul, Ian’s story lingers—soft as breath, and strong as the wind.

"Did we meet before the airport incident?" Lia asked him "Perhaps in our past life." he replied "Let's look for the fortune teller." ------ Anthony Cash is a very rich and successful business man and second in command of the mafia. Lia Marie Dmitri on the other hand, is the illegitimate first child of the CEO of the competitor of Anthony. They meet at the airport, Anthony blackmails Lia and made her to become the nanny of his two troublesome children. Anthony gave her a fake name and had in mind to use her and destroy Dmitri's works and company and was unaware that Lia knew him. Lia on the other hand, sees it as an opportunity to get revenge on her father and accepts the job. She pretends not to be aware of his status. Will Anthony find out? They were fated to love but not to love. They learn about their past life and real identities and plan to stop the same misfortune that happened to them Will they reach their goals or will their plans fail? Find out what happened as you read the rest of the story.

I was watching an adult film in the dorm when my roommate walked in on me. After three seconds of awkward eye contact, I made a polite invitation. "Wanna join?" Who would have thought Ian Lennox would brazenly nod and sit down beside me to watch together. After that, it was as if he had acquired a taste for it. You could basically say that I had corrupted their Campus Idol. Not only did he frequently ask me to watch adult films with him, the hand he'd wrap around my waist also grew increasingly firm. Finally, I couldn't help but remind him. "Ian Lennox, it's not good for us to go on like this." Ian Lennox nodded thoughtfully, "Indeed, it's time to proceed to the next step." Me: ?

I was Ian Quinn's Lapdog. He kissed my best friend in front of me, but made a bet in private: "Believe it or not, she'll come looking for me the next day." As it turned out, I didn't go looking for him the next day. The next time he saw me, I was buying water for his arch-nemesis, the Top Scholar. He demanded, "Rhea Rowan, since you can't be my Lapdog, you're being his now?" I turned and gave the Top Scholar a kiss. "Sorry about that, we're boyfriend and girlfriend."